Hunting The Hunter Novels & Stories

Maybe she's looking for me? I'm not sure what a hunter is but Addie is my hope for rescue. If Rainn is the guy from the bar, then she's with the other gorgeous male that made my heartbeat. I now have a way to drown out all the pain and suffering and this will be my new happy place. "I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council.

at the latest, but I stayed up too late last night finishing the final edits for my most recent video for my YouTube channel, Hunting for Midnight. Hunting for Midnight is a dream come true for me. The channel focuses on traveling the country where I document, interview people, search for, and record paranormal experiences and events. I investigate whether there is real paranormal activity occurring or if the disturbances are actually caused by natural events and circumstances. As of to date, I have yet to uncover single true evidence-based paranormal event. For the last four years I’ve spent investigating and documenting suspected paranormal events, there’s always logical and scientific evi

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Luca chuckled at the speed of Beecher’s thoughts. “I was thinking about the prophecy on the drive over. Last time we were looking for where the sun met the earth. It sounded crazy to us at the time, but after discovering Salar de Uyuni, it all made sense. This time we are to hunt down the Hall of the Slain.” “But that’s a mythical place,” Aquina reasoned, “How do you go about finding that?” “That was my first thought,” Luca agreed, winking at Katalea as she picked up her phone. “But everything is on G****e.” Katalea was busy swiping and tapping at her phone.

Rather, like others before me, I'll die in the attempt. "VAL!" I shout, urging her to move faster. Hunter once again cocks his gun, and just like before, nothing happens. I swallow, knowing my odds of survival are drastically decreasing by the second. I can tell that he's using the classic Colt .45mm pistol. Which means there are only eight rounds. Hunter has already used three rounds, leaving five more left. The bullet could be in any one of those rounds. "I don't like to be kept waiting, Mr. Westshire." Hunter exclaims, pulling back on the trigger once more. I feel my heart stop in my chest as I attempt to prepare myself for the inevitable bullet. When it doesn't come once again, I gulp in

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

He looked to be unconscious. “I'm sorry, but this is the only way he won't suspect that you helped me escape. I promise, I will come back for you. Scanning the area to make sure no one saw him, Hunter ran into the woods as fast as his legs could carry him. As he ran, he heard the sound of twigs snapping behind him. He turned around to see a pack of wolves, their eyes glowing in the dark. Quickly, he found a hiding place. It was an old pit. Without thinking what lay inside, he quickly jumped in. He could barely put up with the hard smell, but he had no choice.

“Bunch of sons of bitches!” Hunter growled, counting the neck of yet another mercenary who tried to stick his fangs into him, preventing him from trying to climb that mountain to reach his mate. Once again, he raised his head toward the cave where Corinne had last entered. He hadn't seen anything go in or out of there, but it was taking too long for there to be nothing in that place. And, hell, knowing that that bastard who'd tried to kill Declan was still lurking around, probably more than willing to do the same to Corinne, Hunter was more than willing to break the promise he'd made to her.

Still, I had my reasons for keeping my new prisoner where she was. Hunter put the rabbit in the cage. We scanned the area, waiting for our next target. It took us a while before we spotted another prey—a small deer, moving cautiously through the underbrush. Hunter raised his rifle, sighting along the barrel, but the shot rang out wide, startling the animal. He missed. I threw my head back and laughed. That was all it took. “Do you fuck that weak too?” Hunter exploded. He tossed his gun aside, and in an instant, he was all claws, rippling muscles, and snapping teeth. We were rolling through the woods, fists flying, leaves and twigs crunching beneath us.

I look back quickly, the last hunter is still pursuing me with his lascivious grin. “I'm gonna kill you chomp. This time, you will surely be my prey!” I can see him lining his eyes at the front sight of his rifle and pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoes followed by the bullet which tears through the flesh of my arm. I almost fall on impact, but manage to maintain my balance. At first, the pain was unbearable, but perhaps the adrenaline has already filled my body so that I can no longer feel the aching sensation. Though I watch my wound bleed and blood came spurting out from the gap. I cover it with my hand. I run like mad, desperate to escape from the hunter that is following me. My breat